picky eater.

          he feels eyes upon him, not an uncommon occurrence, given he doesn’t even attempt to hide what he is. the only way he could make himself even more obvious is adding a tail and some kitty ears ( which, he thought were utterly ridiculous, and far too sexual only due to the curious nature of humans who want to fuck everything. to the point they thought demons and cats were ‘worthy’ of their . . . perversions. ). 

        he returns the other’s staring with a calm smile.

                                              ‘ what? see something you like? ’

      whether that smile is his, or merely the upturn curl of his purple lipstick, one can never be sure. sharpened fingers curl ‘round his cheek, startling eyes piqued with intrigue for this girl.

              ‘ there’s something special about you, isn’t there? ’ he laughs and elongated canines become quickly apparent.

             ‘ go on then, tell me. what is it about you that makes you stand out from your average human? there’s something. ’

a tag dump.